May 5th 1998 I stare into the distance and i see him sitting down. "Harry?" i ask. he turns around and sees me. i walk over to him and sit down with him. i notice the name on the statue he was sitting in front of. it showed two adults holding a baby tight. "your parents?" i guessed. Harry didn't say anything except a slight nod. "Why are you here ginny?" he asks me. "shouldn't you be grieving for fred? not here with me?" i flinch at the name. Fred died in the battle of hogwarts 3 days earlier and it still hadn't sunk in yet. "Well i assumed you needed me more than i needed you." harry looked up at me. "what are YOU doing here?" i ask. Harry looks into the distance at his old broken house that voldemort had broken into and killed his parents in. after a second he says "i was telling them the story." "what story?" "the story of us" he says with a slight smile. "everything that i wish i could have shared with them or had them be there for me i told them about. everything that happened at hogwarts. every little detail." i smile. a real smile."I can tell their proud." i say breaking the silence. "I know they are" he says. we both stand up and i take his arm. "I would like to hear it." i stay as we walk off. "hear what?" he asks. "The story of us." i say with a smile. "wouldn't that be a long story to tell" he says smirking at me. "We have time." i say.
This short story takes place 3 days after the battle of hogwarts and harry is visiting Godrics hallow. Ginny was looking for him and found him there and this is what happened after she found him. tell me if you want more short stories like this!
